Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.